Princess mia pdf

So I just need to be patient. I just need to be calm. Why are you dying????? Oh, thank God. Thank God for Tina Hakim Baba. And I think I might be having a heart attack.

Of course Michael is going to forgive you! You guys will get back together, and everything is going to be just like it used to be.

Better, even. Because couples who go through hard times together always come out stronger for it. And whatever, right? My ancestresses 14 have faced far harsher adversity. Michael and I will be fine! What are you talking about? But I thought she was joking. But it was perfectly innocent. But that was a long time ago. Now my ideal man is one who snickers. How do YOU even know? Her former beau has already been replaced by a mystery man who accompanied the young royal to a performance of the long-running 17 Broadway show Beauty and the Beast Friday evening.

Which is so messed up on so many levels. I mean, first of all, it was only a peck. And second of all, they were already broken up when the peck took place. ReynoldsAbernathy the Fourth? But my heart belongs to Michael Moscovitz, and always will!

None of this makes any sense. Lilly is supposed to be my best friend. How can she believe something so horrible of me? Unless he happens to check Google News and sees the giant article about me and J. But why would he believe it? He never believed any of the lies the paparazzi was always reporting about me and James Franco.

Why would he believe THIS one? I am not going to freak out. But not now. And besides: I am way too freaked out as it is. How could I possibly freak out any more? I can barely hold on to my pen to write this, my hand is so drenched in sweat. But I actually need her to go so I can find out what Lilly is saying about me.

Or any of my classes, really. Number one is my hair. Number ten is my name. The stuff in between gets progressively worse. But this.

This is really. Just great. Now somebody out there in the world hates me enough to point out for the whole world to read that with my new haircut, my ears resemble teapot handles. Just what I need. I was so certain it was Michael his plane has landed by now that I almost dropped it, my hands were so sweaty, plus shaking so badly also they were so greasy from the chicken leg I found in the back of the fridge and was gnawing.

But it was only J. Which is hard to do with a leftover fried chicken leg in your mouth. Ha ha. And my parents are totally impressed. Basically everything that was in the fridge.

But whatever you call an excessive meat eater. Except that I knew the truth. And I really want to be here when he calls. But he has to call. So he realizes how sought-after and popular you are? If that photo of us makes it to Japan. Imagine, offering to give up his Saturday to help me with Precalculus!

I have an actual Algebra instructor living here, who I can turn to if I start pulling out my hair in despair. But if you change your mind. I was kind of trying to hurry him off the phone. Because Michael could have been calling at that very moment. You know. When the Yellowstone caldera last erupted six hundred and forty thousand years ago, it released a thousand cubic kilometers of debris, basically covering half of North America in ash piles six feet deep. I know this is totally selfish to say, but I just hope that when he finds his, I still have mine.

Or with anyone else. She knows about the oxytocin thing. You look a little peaked. Have you eaten anything today? Or any ice cream, either. It might relax me. If only the photographers from the New York Post could see me now. Did he call????? Tiny quivering thing. Unless he saw that photo, I mean. Okay, time to change the subject. Nothing too exciting happened. Kenny Showalter came over with a bunch of guys from his muay thai fighting class, and they all started doing shirtless handstand push-ups, and I guess Lilly was impressed by what she saw since she totally 31 hooked up with one of them.

And then Perin ate too many maraschino cherries and threw up in the bathroom sink and a lot of the cherries were still whole so Ling Su had to cut them up with scissors to get them to go down the drain. Well, I mean, Boris said he saw Lilly making out with some dude in the kitchen. But she threw a lobster pot holder at his head before he could get a good look at who it was. This is obviously just a rebound relationship!

Did you try talking to her???? Such a WHAT? I know what Lilly told her. Not to be such a Mia. Sometimes Lilly makes really bad choices. And then she gets hurt. And true, sometimes she makes good choices—like dating J. But making out with some random muay thai fighter in her kitchen just one day after breaking up with her boyfriend of six months? If Dr. But given the current state of our relationship, that is probably not the wisest course of action. It was just J.

How are you? Then: J. So how was your night last night? It relaxes him as much as it relaxes me. Did you hear about Lilly? What about her? But not the new and improved Lilly. And he was laughing! This whole muay thai fighter thing is directly related to that New York Post article. It was Michael. He got my e-mail. He also saw the picture of J. He said he was sorry that we had to do this over the phone, but that there was no other way.

He said that he thought that we both probably had some growing up to do, and that maybe some time apart—and seeing other people—would do us good. I said okay. Even though every word he was saying was like a stab wound to my heart. And then I said good-bye and hung up. Because I was afraid he would hear me sobbing. Because I am NOT okay with this. She said she understands how upsetting it must have been for me to have experienced such a hideous breakup as well as the loss of my best friend in one week.

She said she completely sympathizes with my plight, and appreciates that I feel the need to mourn my loss. She says she has tried to give me the time and freedom I need in order to grieve.

But she said a whole day in bed is long enough. Only it never is. Even after I had her feel 39 my clammy palms and erratic pulse. Even when I showed her the whites of my eyes, which have gone noticeably yellow. Even when I showed her my tongue, which is basically white, instead of a healthy pink. Even when I informed her that I went to wrongdiagnosis. In which case, Mom said, I had better get dressed so she could take me to the emergency room.

So I just begged her to let me stay in bed for one more day. And she finally relented. Such as, for instance, to go to school. I am the princess of Genovia. So what does it matter if I go to school? Ever again. Maybe Dad will let me move to Genovia. Mom let her in to see me. About Michael. When are you coming back to school? Everyone misses you! But still. Even as I said it, I could feel my palms getting sweaty.

Just the thought of going to school made me want to hurl. Even Tina—always my staunchest supporter where my love for Michael is concerned—was betraying me. I tried not to let my shock at this show, however. Forget all about Michael. I promise. You know, that anything Tina said is true. I just said it to get Tina to go away. Because having to talk to her made me feel so tired. I just wanted to go back to sleep. Writing all this has totally exhausted me.

Just living exhausts me. Maybe this time, when I wake up, it really will all turn out to have been a bad dream. I could tell by the way Mr. Hot cocoa! With whipped cream! But you can only have it if you get out of bed, get dressed, and get in the limo for school.

Poor Mr. I mean, you have to give him points for trying. You really do. Then I explained— very politely—that I am not going to school. I checked my tongue in the mirror just now. Unless I have lassa fever. Also, Boris. Boris was a little surprised to see me in my current condition. I know because he said so. I said that in comparison, me refusing to bathe or get out of bed for a few days was really nothing. To which he agreed. It seems a little. Tina tried to get me interested in going back to school by telling me that both J.

After what seemed like forever—I know! I opened the note J. Orchestra seats! I miss you. Which was totally sweet of him. But when your life is crumbling around you, the last place in the world you want to be is school. But then she said that three days of wallowing is her limit. She said I was getting up and getting dressed and going to school if she had to drag me to the shower and stick me under the nozzle herself. I mean, really. Then she tried a different tactic. She started to cry. Was that what I wanted her to do?

To bother my dad with this? I told her she could call Dad if she wanted to. All I wanted was for Mom to leave me alone so I could continue feeling sorry for myself in peace. My plan actually worked. She got so upset, she ran out of my room and started crying again. I have a whole little schedule now.

Every morning, I get up before anyone else does and have breakfast—usually whatever leftovers are in the fridge from the evening meal the night before—and feed Fat Louie and clean out his box. When either Mom or Mr. G comes in and tries to get me to go to school, I say no. Then my mom sends in Tina, and I pretend to be alive, and then Tina leaves, and I go to sleep, because Tina exhausts me. Then, after Mom and everybody is asleep, I get up, make myself a snack, and watch TV until two or three in the morning.

But I bet I could figure out a way. It sucks to make your mother cry. Maybe I should make her a card or something. Except that would involve getting out of bed to look for markers and stuff. And I am way, way too tired to do all of that. You have to learn.

Throughout the ages, most reigning monarchs have been total morons, and yet they still were allowed to rule. But whatever. Nicole Richie. Ignorance is never attractive. Speaking of which, how long has it been since you washed your hair, Amelia? What does it matter how I look now that Michael is out of my life?

Anything to make her go away. I have a headache. You know you need to drink eight glasses of water a day, Amelia, in order to keep hydrated. He was nothing but an orange blur as he ran for the safety of the closet. I shall send over my personal physician immediately! I think I just need to rest. Or so I thought. Because a few minutes later, Mom came into the doorway and stood there peering down at me with a troubled look on her face.

I could tell by his expression that I was in for it. If you will. I have rights, you know! He tossed me in the car! And okay, he tossed my journal in after me. And a pen. And my Chinese slippers with the sequin flowers on the toes. But still! Is this any way to treat a princess, I ask you? Or even a human being? He brought me to the Upper East Side to see a psychologist. And not just any psychologist, either. At least if all the many degrees and awards framed on the wall of his outer office is any indication.

I guess this is supposed to impress me. Or at least comfort me. Arthur T. My dad has brought me to see Dr. Because he—and Mom and Mr. I know I probably look nuts, sitting here in my pajamas, with my duvet still clutched around me. But whose fault is that?

They could have let me get dressed. Not that I would have, of course. Well, I mean, when Lars carried me in. Because when the limo pulled up in front of the brownstone Dr. So Lars carried me. Knutz will be with you in a moment. In the meantime, will you please fill this out, dear? What is it? A test?

There are no right or wrong answers. It will only take a minute to fill out. Will that make you feel better, Mia? I mean, you should see how many shoes he owns. So the receptionist handed my dad the same form to fill out. When I looked down, I saw that it was a list of statements that you were supposed to rate by checking off the most appropriate answer. To which you could check off one of the following replies: 58 All of the time Most of the time Some of the time A little of the time None of the time Since there was nothing else to do and I had a pen in my hand anyway, I filled out the form.

I noticed when I was done that I had checked off mostly All of the times and Most of the times. Such as, I feel like everyone hates me. Most of the time and I feel that I am worthless. Most of the time. But my dad had filled out mostly A little of the times and None of the times. Even for his answers to statements like, I feel as if true romantic love has passed me by.

Which I happen to know is a total lie. Dad told me he has had only one true love in his entire life, and that was Mom, and that he let her go, and totally regretted it. Because he knew I might never find a love like that again. The receptionist—Mrs. Hopkins—took our forms back and brought them through a door to the right of her desk. Meanwhile, Lars picked up the latest copy of Sports Illustrated off Dr.

I bet he never thought that was going to be part of his job description when he graduated from bodyguard school. I got that part. He comes very highly recommended. What does that mean? Hopkins is back. She says the doctor will see us now. That was the weirdest thing. Knutz was. I know Dad said not to let his name or his demeanor fool me, but I mean, from his name and his profession, I expected him to be a little old bald dude with a goatee and glasses and maybe a German accent.

And he was old. And he had sort of a Western accent. Knutz is a cowboy. A cowboy psychologist. It so figures that out of all the psychologists in New York, I would end up with a cowboy one. His office is furnished like the inside of a ranch house. On the wood paneling along his office walls there are pictures of wild mustangs running free. His office furniture is dark leather and trimmed with brass studs.

And the carpet is a Navajo rug. I could tell right away from all this that Dr. Knutz certainly lived up to his name. Also, that he was way crazier than me. This had to be a joke. My dad had to be kidding that 61 Dr. Princess Mia! Nice to meetcha. Heard you were uncharacteristically nice to your grandma yesterday.

Unlike Dr. Moscovitz—so I am not unfamiliar with how doctorpatient relationships are supposed to go. And they are not supposed to begin with completely false accusations on the part of the doctor. I just said what she wanted to hear so she would go away.

Knutz said. Give the man a chance. Knutz wanted to know. I swear he really said hetted and not heated. Carl Jung for some time.

I have been struggling to achieve selfactualization for years. I am no stranger to psychology. Knutz said, looking intrigued. Knutz said, looking down at a piece of paper on his desk. But I respect his wishes, and I know that if I ever hope to attain the fruits of self-actualization, I have to spend more time building up the roots of my tree of life, and. Except for possible meningitis. Or lassa fever. I just have to adjust. Suddenly, I was very close to tears.

Also, my heart was beating kind of fast again. Because I was not avoiding school because I might have to see Lilly there, or interact socially with people. Or why I want to move to Genovia.

Because everything he was saying was totally ridiculous. Because everything sucks. And I probably do have meningitis, even though everyone seems to be ignoring my symptoms. Do I need to? Only now I was blinking back tears. Knutz went on in a gentle voice. I mean, for a cowboy. Then my dad reached over and took my hand. Plus, my hand was super sweaty. How did he keep doing that? How did he keep reading my mind like that?

Was it because he spent so much time out on the range? With the deer? And the antelope? What is an antelope, anyway? Knutz was saying. And this time, leave the Jungian tree of selfactualization out of it. Maybe it was the Navajo rug. Maybe it was the cowboy hat on the peg on the back of the door. In any case, the next thing I knew, I was telling this strange, aging cowboy everything.

Which is apparently some rule of Dr. Knutz took me on as a regular patient. Only I had just read Alice in Wonderland, and, of course, I was obsessed with anything resembling a rabbit hole. And so, of course, I moved the plywood off the cistern, and stood there on the edge, looking down into the deep, dark hole, wondering if it led to Wonderland and if I could really go there.

And then the dirt around the edge gave way, and I fell down the hole. Far from it. I put the plywood back where it had been and went back to the house, shaken and smelly and dirty, but no worse for wear. And fortunately, no one ever found out. I was stuck down there at the bottom. Read Online Download. Great book, The Princess Diaries pdf is enough to raise the goose bumps alone.

Add a review Your Rating: Your Comment:. Forever Princess by Meg Cabot. Princess Mia by Meg Cabot. Princess on the Brink by Meg Cabot. Princess in Waiting by Meg Cabot. The first edition of the novel was published in January 1st , and was written by Meg Cabot. The book was published in multiple languages including English, consists of pages and is available in Hardcover format. The main characters of this young adult, romance story are Mia Thermopolis, Lilly Moscovitz.

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